CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by anguish. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a